The Killing Lights

Five a.m. on the bathroom floor from the night before, do you find me dreadful? What a shame such a sad disgrace. Such a pretty face but she's not regretful. Am I beautiful? Am I useable? It's killing time again. Put on your face and let's pretend these killing lights won't kill us all again. Three a.m. on the city street (where the air is sweet) I have had my mouth full but it seems that outside the screen such a pretty face often will look dreadful. Am I beautiful? Am I useable? It's killng time again. Put on your face and let's pretend these killing lights won't kill us all again. I'ts killing time again. Cover your face and we'll pretend these killing lights can't kill us all again. You see, they always remember. They never forget a face when they cut, cut, cut you up. They remember.